Sunday, April 2, 2006

If you wanted to,...say you wanted to...If you wanted to save the worldWhere could you start? How could you start?If you wanted to feel like I feel...like I feelYou're running dry......I'm flying highWe're running on feelYou wanted to be, what you've never been beforeWe worked hard for a livingWe worked hard for it allYou run and hide,...don't run and hideI'm starting to feel OKBut I'm wastedAnd I'm failingOh Tracy pleaseCan't you see?It's just meI wanted to feelWhat I've never felt beforeI was tired of the livingI was tired of it allTime, time...it's only...time.If we wanted to,...say we wanted to...If we wanted to save our worldI'm waiting here, waitingWaiting here baby please...STAY WITH MEWe wanted to beWhat we've never been beforeBut are we tired of the living?...Are we tired of the war?---

Man, Horgh is just flat out tubby; there’s no two ways about it. That gut-guard is about to burst, and when it does, watch out for a lethal barrage of flying metal studs. You can’t see it in the picture, but his right armband has HORGH written on it, which fucking rules! And what on earth is Abbath doing? What kind of pose is that? It looks like he’s about to be hit by a bus and Horgh, unable to rescue him, is on the sidewalk screaming, “Nooooooooo….” Maybe he thinks he's in some black metal version of The Matrix -- Bullet Time Abbath. One of our Ruthless brethren put it best when he said, “If a man has grown tired of Horgh’s nipples, he has grown tired of life.” The best part is that Immortal isn't even a band anymore. These two just get together for photo shoots. Jesus... Horgh should just go pro wrestler and get it over with... Bam-Bam BigaHorgh...